User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Sharpe's Highwaybeasts/@comment-25220117-20120327183708

Foghill scratches his chin with a paw wrapped in dusty bandages, frowning slightly as he watches the happenings, before strolling up to the female Coryn, who he had long before considered a friend, and asking under his breathe "What's Sergeant Dine-thingy up to?" Being rather short compared to most hares, he didn't even have a sliver of an idea of what was going on

Captain Sharpe watched from where he stood near Buckworthy, looking as if he was being forced to watch them pull legs off spiders, an utterly bored expression on his face